There are three main differences between Solzhenitsyn and the rest of those who defend a cause through literature, or make literature to defend a cause. The first is that Solzhenitsyn, before attacking the regime he attacks, experienced it, that is, suffered it with eight years in jail and seeing countless friends, acquaintances and family members imprisoned, persecuted and shot. The second difference derives from the first: in honor of himself and those he lost, his cause is justified; this means that his literature is a response to his personal experience, in other words, his literary motivation is the most authentic there can be. Finally, this is simply it: his cause is noble, and this adjective needs no explanation. On the other hand, what do we find in the majority of those who make ideological literature? We do not need to spend many words: we find neither nobility nor knowledge of the cause; we find, in short, a fetish.
Category: Notes
Man Becomes What He Feeds
What life shows is that, sooner or later, man becomes what he feeds. This is the fate from which he can never escape, and which can be his fortune or his disgrace. That’s why, if not innate, visualization must be cultivated continuously. We are all, to a greater or lesser extent, like the boy in that beautiful Sabian symbol who, idealizing a great stone face and taking it as an ideal of greatness, becomes like it as he grows up. We all are, or rather, we can all be; before we can be, however, we have to want to be.
Planning Is Always More Stimulating Than Acting
Intellectually, planning is always more stimulating than acting. For many reasons, especially because of the broader, sometimes unlimited horizons and the possibility of changing them entirely without damage or complications. In other words: plans exist as if suspended in mid-air; nothing pulls them, nothing pushes them, the connections they establish are ethereal, malleable, until the very moment they are put into practice. Here, the entire structure crystallizes, and if it does not do so definitively, it does so in such a way that, from that point on, to change is to break. Intellectually, planning is undoubtedly more stimulating than acting. But action, bearing the weight of responsibility and the risk of error, is superior in terms of emotion.
When, Four Years Ago…
When, four years ago, I felt I was ready to write, or rather, I felt it was no longer possible to delay starting to work, I set myself a deadline and a number of works that would serve as a preamble to what I intended to do. The aim was to disperse predefined themes by genre and style, exposing problems rather than presenting solutions. This year, the deadline comes to an end, and I reach it with the certainty that what has been done, whether better or worse than planned, is done and is sufficient. Now it is time to change both the pace and the direction.